Hello my darlings. Here is your new chapter for this fic. Thank you to all who have read this story and the sequel from the beginning. Writing Fitz's proposal was everything I hoped and I'm thrilled you all loved it. It brought from their initial meeting and that moment full circle.
Many had questions, concerns about Olivia and her being in Vermont now that they are engaged. Her job there, will they be apart, etc. Well I hope this next chapter will help clear those cobwebs. This chapter also has more time-jumps.
On your way out, please drop a review. I'm eager to hear your thoughts, predictions on what will happen next.
Thank you for reading,
Me's
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Chapter 25: "Official Announcements and Decisions…,"
"Sometimes in order to live the life you were always meant to have, you have to let go of the previous one, in order to become who you were always destined to be…," (Da Princes and Me's)
Two Hours Later…
"Bye Miss Pope," Olivia's class utters with Fitz standing in the background as she walks her class to the buses for the final time. Her class is the last to board in the parking lot due giving the students ample time to say their goodbyes to her and Fitz. After she said "YES" to his proposal, her class didn't wait long before they rushed the stage.
It was futile to stop the students from reaching their teacher, who just agreed to marry the President of the United States and an epic proposal under the ruse of a First Lady Quiz. No one had an idea of course, only Fitz. The entire class rushed the stage, bombarding Fitz and Olivia with tears of joy and kisses. Her parents, Karen and Jerry surprised the school next.
Fitz allowed his kids there, knowing full well they'd never forgive him. It was through their help, they were able to get everyone settled down, permitting the closing remarks of the assembly to finish. The last hour of the day was spent in Olivia's classroom with her class she owes so much too.
Kerry and Tony walked in with an "engagement cake."
"How," she glanced at her class, Fitz, Karen and Jerry.
"After you said yes, I sent Tom to buy a cake," Fitz chuckles. "Your favorite. Red velvet, with whipped icing."
"Then I'm happy I got that last question right," she teases wiping frosting on Fitz's nose.
"Payback Miss…," he catches himself. "Mrs. Grant to be," he utters kissing her engagement. The promise of what he'll when they are alone leaves her breathless.
"Stop," she warns feeling warm. She is not going to fan herself in front of her class. She and Fitz cut the cake handing it out to everyone. The students encourage them to feed each other. They comply all too willing. Fitz places the cake in her mouth. She eats it nicely, and returns the favor.
Last pictures are taken, then she bids her class a final goodbye. Now outside at the buses is bittersweet. Fitz observes proudly in the background. His eyes well up with tears seeing his Mother's engagement ring sparkle in the sunlight as she hugs each child goodbye and wave as the buses begin to pull away.
Once the final bus leaves, her eyes meet Tom's who's been at her side this entire time. "Tom?"
"Ma'am," he addresses her formally. She notes the change in him immediately, and the pin on his lapel. "You're my head SSA aren't you? In charge of my detail."
"I am," he utters becoming emotional. She squeezes his hand. "When you agreed to marry President Grant, I stopped being a teacher and became your lead agent. The President asked me personally." He escorts her to Fitz.
"You…," she chastises with happy tears. "You got my best friend to…,"
"I didn't get him to do anything Livy. He's always wanted to complete the training. I knew you'd need him. What better person to keep the love of my life, and future wife safe," he kisses her softly. "You need him. I get it."
"I love you – you know," she squeezes his cheeks.
"You better since you're wearing my engagement ring," he jests offering her is arm. He gladly escorts her inside into her empty classroom. Only a box of last minute belongings is left and gifts from the staff and students. "Sir, we should give her a moment."
"I'll be right outside Sweetheart," Fitz coos into her hair. Their own celebration can wait. Fitz leaves the room permitting Olivia a final few moments. He speaks to the agents on her detail, Cyrus over the phone about increasing her detail. His "First Lady proposal" went viral minutes after Olivia said yes.
Every major network, was now showing it on the air. It was Karen and Jerry's doing because they recorded it from a hidden location on the stage. They sent it Cyrus, and with Fitz's permission through the White House's official page and his twitter, the proposal was released to the World. In only two hours it's been seen a million times and growing.
He glances of the school's window and notes more press. "I'm with her. She's safe," he utters to himself. "She's all mine now," he smirks returning to her classroom.
She's in tears, along with Abby, Quinn, Harrison and Huck who's become emotional. He stands quietly.
"I can't believe this is your last day Liv – like forever," Abby sniffles.
"It's not forever Abby," Fitz replies.
Olivia faces him. "Actually it is Fitz."
He steps to her. "Olivia what did you do?"
"Tell him," Huck speaks up. "You've kept it a secret long enough."
"Liv?"
She exhales. "After you left in January I started to inquire about teaching jobs in DC. When I surprised you at the State of the Union, I had not just gotten there. I had been there in the afternoon interviewing at schools in the area. Just before Valentine's day I got an offer to teach at an elementary school close to the White House and Cyrus."
Fitz's lips part. He leans on the dry erase board.
"It's actually five minutes from CY's. I'll actually be living in his guest house. He said it would be best for security. He and James insisted because you'd be a nervous wreck if I was somewhere else."
Fitz's gasps. Is this really happening?
He strolls to her desk. Sits. His eyes widen.
"Through video conference, I spoke to the Superintendent and Principle before accepting it informing them WHO I was before the interview. They didn't believe me at first, until I showed them our photo. They are the only two staff members aware. The staff has no idea I am start teaching fifth grade history and social studies. Mrs. Rhimes and Mrs. Beers spoke to the school directly on my behalf."
"Tell him the rest Liv," Quinn utters in the background. "What made you do this?"
Smiling she steps to Fitz. "I realized after your State of the Union address, and Valentine's Day that in order for us to have our life together, I couldn't stay in Vermont. It was my choice how and when I moved to DC. You left it up to me. My decision. I chose to move where YOU are because you are my home." Tears sneak out her eyes. "After school ended, I couldn't be here anymore. This isn't where I belong because you are not here."
Fitz grips the desk. His eyes bore into hers. He's mute. Unable to talk.
"I gave up my job here to teach at an elementary school close to the White House so we can be together…always. You made me stay to finish out the year. I love you for it. You were right, I had to be here. Now my job is done. This part of my life is over." She glances at Lillian's ring. "And we're about to take the next step. We're getting married. I'm going to be your wife Fitz."
Fitz hand covers his heart. This is the first time she's uttered the words. He still cannot speak.
"We're engaged," she sniffles in happy tears.
"Liv," he murmurs as she begins to fall apart.
"Before you ask why didn't tell you it's because what if I didn't get the job. I wanted it to be a surprise because you wanted me to move to DC so desperately so we wouldn't be apart." Her eyes fall to the ring. "Now we won't be. Today wasn't only my last day of school but my last day teaching here. I can go home with you…," she croaks. "Surprise!"
Fitz swallows hard not once, but twice. He's quiet for it seems like hours.
"Fitz," she steps timidly closer. "Say something please." He's eerily quiet. Too quiet. "Oh God you're angry because I did this without telling you, or this is not what you want. Maybe I should stay up here till we get married."
His eyes meet hers. Instantly she stops talking. "We need the room," he speaks forcibly sounding Presidential. Tom quickly ushers everyone out of the room leaving Olivia and Fitz alone – finally. His blue eyes stare deeply into hers rendering her mute frozen in place. She opens her mouth but he decreases the space between them in three strides.
"Quiet," he hisses cupping her face, tilting it upwards. She squeezes her eyes shut. "You and I are going to get married do you understand me Livy."
"Yes," she utters falling apart within his embrace.
"Look at me."
"I can't," she creaks. He sighs deeply. "You're upset because I got a new teaching job in DC, close to the White House – and didn't saying anything until…-"
She's abruptly cut off when his lips fall onto hers. He kisses her softly, delicately. His lips over hers feel like butterfly wings, kissing her long enough so he can inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her lips, mouth, relish in the taste of her lip-gloss after they separate. Over and over again he kisses her until the lids of her eyes lift open to meet his.
It is then he stops.
"Olivia Carolyn Pope do you have any idea how happy you've made me today by not only agreeing to be my wife but in moving to DC to be with me," he mutters drawing her closer. He spins her around lifting her onto her desk. "Today really is your last day here."
"Ah huh," she snickers.
"You managed to get a new job, close to me without me knowing," he asks in awe. "How?"
"I handled it," her hands wrap around his neck. He's beaming.
"The last few months since the interview," he wonders out loud. "You changed before my eyes and the world. THIS was why."
"Partly," she chuckles at his amazement. "I hated leaving you but I knew each day passed brought me closer to where we are now."
"I get to take you home with me."
"Yes."
"We won't be apart," he voice breaks with emotion. He yanks her closer. "Ever again." She bites her bottom lip. "Olivia?"
"I do have to come back to pack up my things from Rose Point Fitz. And whatever I need from my house. I don't want the White House Staff doing it," she stresses.
"But…,"
"No. Tax payers are not going to pay to move it. I won't have it," she warns. "You, Karen, Jerry, Mellie, my family can help."
"Until you get to DC," he quiets her with a soft kiss. "Please think about moving into Blaire House." She opens her mouth to protest He stops her. "Livy," he begs. "I trust you'll be safe with Cyrus and James. But at Blaire House, you'll be across the street from me, Karen, Jerry. I can go through the tunnels to be with you or vice versa. We can be a family until the wedding."
"You want me there to sneak into my bed every night don't you Mister," she quips with a gleam in her eyes.
"Maybe," he shrugs. "I can look out my window, see Blaire House knowing my future bride to be is safe and close. I refuse to spend any time apart from you. Think about it for me…,"
"I'll move into Blaire House. I don't want to be away from you either."
"What!"
She kisses him quickly. "I'll move into Blair House. I kind of like the idea of…," he cuts off her words mashing his lips into hers flattening her mouth. She hungrily kisses him back, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space between. His chin bristles scratch against her soft skin increasing her desire to let him have his way with her.
He grips her head firmly threading her fingers into her hair preventing her from escaping. He begins to lay her back on the desk, as their mouths, tongues battle back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
"Fitz," she heckles pushing their faces apart. Her body is ready to explode. Fitz doesn't stop. His hips cannot help but rock into her.
"FITZ," she gasps more forcibly separating their lips. His eyes meet hers. The intensity of his arousal pooling within them leaves her panting. He sits her up but keeps her legs wrapped around his waist.
"This can't happen. Not here," she warns. The shades are closed or boy would anyone outside have gotten a show. He steps backwards but remains in front of her keeping her close. The ring, his mother's sparkles on his dress shirt. "What?"
"We're getting married," he mutters pressing his forehead to hers. She nods. "You said yes."
"I do."
He holds her tighter.
"Marry me," he coos ghosting his lips above hers.
"Yes."
"Before we go back to DC," he suggests. "Let's elope." Her eyes widen. He cannot be serious. Or is he?
"Fitz you can't be," he quiets her with a kiss. They've waited so long to be together, he does not want to drag it out. She disconnects their lips. "We can't."
"I know," he sighs. "Your father would kill me Livy," he chuckles. "I just don't want wait any longer to be your husband."
"I don't want you to either," she sighs. "Come," he steps back allowing her to step down from the desk. "We have to get home." He smile grows. "We can settle on a date." She opens the door. The agents clear the room, gathering her last belongings. They walk to the door to her classroom hand in hand. She stops to turn around one final time.
She nestles into his side as tears sneak down her cheeks. "Livy," he coos nestling her into his chest. "This isn't the end. You can still teach – if that's what you want." She sniffles into his chest. "You and I are just getting started."
Her eyes meet his. "Yes we are," she grins. He kisses her forehead. With one last look they head out of her classroom for the final time and home to Rose Point where they can enjoy the rest of the day with Karen, Jerry and her family.
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Everyone Loves Babies…
June 24th…
"Mr. President," Cyrus interrupts Fitz's thoughts. His eyes have been staring aimlessly out the window for hours watching Olivia in the orchard with Quincy, Karen and Jerry. He opted to watch his fiancée and his children from inside. The apples are not ready, but it didn't deter Olivia from going out having fun with Karen and Jerry.
Currently they are moving their patio table into an area where they can eat lunch under the trees. There's hardly any wind and the temperature is only seventy-five degrees. Since his proposal he's rarely been apart from her. Today for the first time she'll fly HOME with him to DC. She's not arriving on a commercial flight or on her own.
She's returning to the White House as his fiancée, future First Lady of the United States. The last six days have been a world wind of constant phone calls of congratulations from World Leaders, Networks- reporters asking for interviews, Morning and late night talk shows hoping Fitz and Olivia would make an appearance.
Nothing has been decided not even a wedding date, which will be chosen by next week. They will formally announce a date for the wedding from the Rose Garden at 8 AM on July 4th before the Capital begins its festivities. They will then celebrate with the entire staff of the White House in a massive BBQ before leaving for Vermont the next morning.
It's been the best week of his life. He cannot wait to bring her home. It's all he's thought about. He's grateful some of her things have been shipped ahead to Blair House. The remainder will be packed during their July 4th Holiday, where they will be for another 10 days. Fitz will work from there wanting to help with the packing.
"Sir," Cyrus touches his arm finally garnering his attention.
"Sorry Cy," Fitz meets his gaze.
"Marine One will be landing around 2pm," he explains. He's never seen Fitz this at peace, content before leaving Vermont. As he glances outside into the Orchard, he notes the reason. Olivia's laughter can be heard inside. He's never seen her this happy. "Liv must be nervous." Fitz eyes him. "About coming in on Marine One."
"She'll be great Cy. Don't worry. I won't neck her on the South Lawn this time," he quips nudging his arm.
Cyrus rolls his eyes. "I should be upset." Fitz faces him. "She was supposed to stay with James and I. He was looking forward to her cooking. This the second time you stole her from me."
Fitz chuckles. "Well I don't like to share my fiancée with anyone. Even you," he quips. Olivia motions for them. "Lunch is ready."
They step outside to the table set for lunch. Fitz and Cyrus sit with Karen and Jerry. Olivia appears minutes later with Nigel. He's joining them. The meal is composed off hotdogs, burgers, potato and macaroni salad. Off to the side Fitz sees Olivia's famous deviled eggs. He's heard from her father how good they are.
He tries one and attempts to steal the entire tray. "Don't even think about it Mister," she scolds snatching it back. "I can make you more on July 4th."
He smirks. They eat quickly and head inside to clean up. An hour before Marine One is due to arrive everyone is relaxing. Fitz snuggles with Olivia on the couch, while Karen and Jerry are outside with Quincy wearing him out before they board the helicopter.
Cyrus begins to mention wedding dates and venues when Olivia's phone rings. It's Olivia's brother. "Hey Joe what's up?" In a flash she stands up rushing to get her purse. "What do you mean she's 5cm dilated? You were supposed to call me earlier." Fitz is at her side. "I'll be right there with my detail."
"Liv you can't. You're due to leave on Marine One," Joseph begins to reason with her. "The entire World is waiting for Fitz to walk onto the South Lawn with you and that huge rock on your finger. You've been waiting for this Sis.
Her eyes find Fitz. "I am not going to miss the birth of my first nephew."
Fitz nods. He rushes to agents to bring her to the hospital. Cyrus eyes widen. He opens his mouth to object but Fitz silences him with only a look.
Joseph continues to reason with her but she won't budge. "Joseph I am going to be there. The Country and World can wait. My nephew is more important. Now go be with Regina and tell her I'm on the way." She hangs up before he can argue.
Karen and Jerry have now come inside. Fitz is to her quickly. "Fitz?"
"Come," he coos holding her hands. "You have a nephew on the way." Her eyes widen. "I called the pilot. He's going to land at 2 and stay in the guest house until we come back. He too loves babies and will be ready to leave when we are."
She jumps into his arms. "I love you."
"I love you too," he kisses her cheek. He faces Cyrus. "Inform the press we'll be running late. Olivia is about to be an aunt."
"And Fitz is about to be a first time uncle," Olivia corrects him. "Our nephew is on the way."
Fitz is beaming. Karen and Jerry opt to stay at Rose Point until they get word Regina has the baby. Six hours later, with only three pushes, Elijah Bernard Pope, is born weighing 7 pounds and 7 ounces. He has a head full of curly hair. After Regina's parents see him, Louis and Alice, Fitz and Olivia step inside the room.
"Mr. President," Regina smirks. "I mean Fitz, would you like to hold your God-son."
"God-Father," Fitz eyes tear up. He faces Olivia who's also on the verge of tears.
"Joey. Reggie really," she sniffles with happy tears. She had no idea.
"Yes really," her sister coos. "There's no better choice than you both. I mean if that is all right."
"It would be an honor," Fitz mutters as his God-son and first nephew is placed in his arms. Olivia's holds Elijah with him. Photos are taken, then Olivia gets him. In her arms, Fitz has to keep his tears hidden imagining her with their baby. She sees it in his eyes. "I know," she mouths. "Love you."
"Love you too," he musters wrapping his arms around Olivia and baby Eli. They stay till visiting hours are over. The next morning they leave Rose Point landing at the White House by 10:00 am. Fitz escorts her off Marine One proudly. She's chose to wear a blue knee length dress, with white Ked sneakers.
No photos were released Elijah but Olivia mentions to the press both mother and baby are fine as is her brother. They pose for photos and step into the White House then into the Oval Office where Olivia joins him until lunch. After lunch he walks her to Blair House where he spends the rest of the day helping her get settled.
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Rose Garden Press Conference
July 4th…
Olivia stares at reflection in the Presidential Bedroom full length mirror. This will be her bedroom with Fitz as First Lady. If Abby would have told her she helped her students write letters and video's to President Grant to bring him to Vermont to honor her Christmas wish nearly seven months ago, she'd would have told her, "he's too busy and why would he come."
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her wishing coming true, and finding the love of her life at the same time. She was only a little girl when they first met but she never forgot him. "The man with the blue eyes," she told herself. When she met Fitz gazing into his eyes the first time, she realized her life was never going to be the same.
Fitz changed her life forever. He helped her true self emerge. The woman she believes she was always meant to become – for him, for the country. She smooths her hand over her dress stops when Lillian's engagement ring glistens in the sun's rays.
She lifts her hand examining the ring shifting the rose colored gold with her thumb. Every morning she is amazed it's on her finger and in Fitz's arms. It's not until Fitz eyes open, does her new reality settle in.
"I'm engaged to the Leader of the Free World."
Since Fitz's proposal nearly two weeks ago, they have not spent a night apart. He refuses to sleep without her. The moment their eyes meet in the morning, he hovers over her, still reeling she's there, with him. No more long weeks, months apart. She made the leap, moved to DC to be with him. He's waited months for them to be this way. He cannot help but propose all over again.
"Marry me," he utters before he kisses her, or greets her good morning.
"You've asked me every day since my last day school. Yes Fitz," she sighs before bringing their lips together for many soft, heated kisses. "My answer is always yes." Their lost in each other until Quincy jumps into the bed or she has to force him up and ready for the Oval.
In the morning before his day starts, he savors their quiet domestic moments. She assists picking his suits, and fastens his ties. She loves every minute of this. It's an excuse to touch and hold each other. Many mornings spent apart, now no longer. He savors her, spoils, loves her in front of everyone. She's barely adjusted to her new life, but taking it in stride.
"I'm marrying the President," she utters staring at the ring.
"Lucky guy," Fitz coos slipping his arms around her waist from behind. He nuzzles his face in her neck. His body vibrates sighing into her soft skin inhaling her perfume. The halter open back knee length jean dress displays her ever curve. It's a bold choice. Slightly old fashion, but perfect for the 4th of July BBQ they are throwing after the Press Conference.
"I won't tell him you're here," she quips. "He's a very jealous man." He growls just before his teeth sink into her neck. His grip tightens. "FITZ!"
"You are stunning," he murmurs kissing her bare shoulders, neck, then lingering his lips on her cheek. He's never been THIS happy. She's finally here, home with him where she's was always meant to be. He cannot wait for their wedding. "How did I ever snag you?"
She turns to face him, draping her hands over his shoulders. He too is dressed in a button up shirt and jeans. "You stopped me from going on my roof."
He smirks. "Well there will be none of that this year," he stresses. "The agents will not allow it," he kisses the ring. She rolls her eyes. Their moment interrupted.
"Tom," Olivia grins seeing him.
"Miss…," he stops when Olivia begins to pick up a pillow to toss it at his head. He's in charge of her detail, safety, as an agent it's his duty to keep her safe. There's a level of professionalism he must remain at all times including how he addresses her. But Olivia won't have it. They've been friends for ever and she won't allow it to change. "Liv. Mr. President."
Fitz smirks.
"It's time. Mr. Beene sent me to…,"
"Make sure this guy is ready," she teases smoothing his shirt over his chest.
"I've been ready for this moment since I left in January," he admits. Her eyes widened. "If I could have I would have proposed and brought you home." Her eyes become teary. "No tears." He holds her hand. "We have an announcement to make." He holds her hand, as they walk out of the Residence, to the Rose Garden.
The Press is waiting. He steps to the podium with Olivia.
"My fellow Americans," Fitz greets everyone. "Happy Fourth of July. On this day hundreds of years ago, our great Nation was born. A Declaration for our Independence, which helped us form a more perfect union," he eyes fall to Olivia, "which has seen America move forward to great heights in the World. This day is all about our freedom, family, spending time with those you love and hold dear."
He brings Olivia closer, snuggling her into his side.
"Since I proposed to Olivia two weeks ago, as you can all imagine our life…,"
"My life," she interrupts poking his side. The press laughs.
"Our life Sweetheart," he coos staring warmly into her eyes. He's lost in her deep doe eyes of molten chocolate.
"Focus Mister," she retorts pointing to the reporters.
He laughs. "As I was saying, since our engagement there has been much speculation where and when the wedding will be. Olivia and I have chosen a date. It's extremely special to us both. The location will be announced in the coming weeks." He steps to the side.
She steps to the podium.
"Happy Fourth of July," she begins. "We've seen the country's idea on where and when we should get married. Fitz and I are grateful for all your suggestions but we a decision. Fitz and I have chosen to get married on…," it is as this exact moment her phone begins to chime. Her eyes widen. She forgot to silence her phone. Without looking she ends the call. "Sorry," she blushes. The crowd chuckles.
"Fitz and I will be getting married on…," Cyrus's phone begins to vibrate in his pocket. She hears it and her eyes meet his. He ignores it. She is ready to make the announcement a third time but Tom's phone is heard. "Seriously," she heckles staring at Tom. "I guess it's not just me who forgets to silence their phone."
The reporters smirk.
Her eyes widen as he answers it. "It's for you," he places the phone between him and Olivia.
"What? Now," she hisses staring at him.
"It's Maya," he points out quickly before handing her the phone while she's at the podium.
She stares at the reporters then Fitz. "Sorry older sister," she quips stepping off to the side.
"Maya, Fitz and I are about to announce our wedding date. Just because the family knows doesn't mean…,"
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"Making an Entrance…."
"He's coming," Maya breathes out between contractions.
"What the heck to you mean," Olivia eyes widen catching herself. "What now?"
"YES NOW," Maya winces in pain as another contraction hits.
"You're not due for another ten days. Fitz and I are supposed to be there," Olivia reminds her listening to her sister breathing. "Tell HIM to wait."
"I can't tell him to wait," Maya gathers her strength. "Shit my water just broke. Your nephew is impatient. He wants to upstage his Aunt. Get your ass up here after you tell everyone your wedding date." Maya hangs up the phone as another contraction hits.
Olivia stares at Fitz. "We have to go. Now. Maya's in labor. Her water just broke."
Fitz stares at Olivia and press. His eyes meet Tom. Without a word, Tom makes the necessary phone calls to get them to Vermont quickly. He begins to walk to the podium but Olivia stops him. "I got it." He begins to object but she quiets him with a kiss. He relaxes.
He stands behind her with his hands on her hips.
"Sorry about that but my sister is in labor," she informs the press.
"We heard Miss Pope," one reporter announces – a woman. "Go." She's taken back. "I have kids. Babies comes when they are ready."
Olivia smiles but she's rather taken back. Fitz stands at her side sensing she needs him. "Olivia and I apologize for ending this quickly but like you heard her sister is in labor. We will not be here for the BBQ. We hope you all enjoy the day's festivities and fireworks without us. Thank you."
He begins to step down. "Fitz the date. We can't forget." He blushes.
"Tell them Sweetheart," he coos before his lips fall to hers.
Olivia eyes meet the Press. "Ladies and Gentleman of the Press. Our fellow Americans, Fitz and I are getting married on Christmas Eve." The crowd lowers their cameras and all eyes are on Olivia. "Yes THIS Christmas Eve – less than six months from now. It's a special day for Fitz and I," she utters becoming emotional.
His lips fall to her brow. Fitz reaches into his pocket for his handkerchief to wipe her tears. Her eyes meet his.
"Olivia and I don't want to wait. Life is precious as is this incredible woman I get to spend the rest of my life with. We want to wake up Christmas morning as husband and wife," Fitz announces with utmost love for his future bride. "I'd marry her today if she'd let me." She rolls her eyes.
"Stop," she hisses softly. "We have to go."
His eyes focus on the Press. "When Olivia and I have more information, we'll release it either through my office or hers." The press squint. "Cyrus," he steps forward. A tarp is withdrawn from an easel.
They stand and clap when they read:
"The White House
Official Office of the Future First Lady and First Fiancé
Of President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III
Olivia Carolyn Pope"
Olivia faces Fitz in tears. She had no idea. She throws her arms around his neck to hug him tightly. "You are amazing Mister and in big trouble."
"Can't wait," he whispers into her ear. "I wanted you to have your own office now. It's time the East Wing to be put to good use."
He thanks the Press and leave the Rose Garden quickly. Luckily all their belongings are packed. The staff placed it all in the motorcade. Karen and Jerry are waiting with Quincy. They are off headed to Andrews Air Force Base. She's shocked when she sees the crew of Air Force One.
"How?"
"It will be quicker and faster. The pilot has been on standby just in case your sister went into early labor. We land in Boston, then Marine One will bring us to Rose Point," he explains as they step out of the car. "No Press allowed just us."
On Air Force One Olivia is speechless. She cannot believe how beautiful it is. Once the pilot has the go ahead from Fitz, they take off landing in Boston in record time. Air Force One attracts a huge crowd as it touches down. Quickly they board Marine One managing to make it to Rose Point then the hospital just before her Maya is ready to push.
"Dad. Mom did we miss it?" She pants in front of her parents.
"No. She's told the doc's she was not pushing until you got here," Louis explains. "Go. Fitz will wait here with us." She kisses him quickly heading into her sisters room. "My-My," Olivia coos rushing into the room in scrubs. "You are crazy."
"I am not," Maya hisses. "I started pushing but he won't budge. They are bringing me in for a caesarian."
Maya is brought into the operating room. Olivia is not allowed because only Dalton can be with her despite how much she wants her sister. Olivia waits outside with the rest of her family. Less than an hour later, Maya is wheeled out with the 8lb 6 ounce baby on her chest.
"Fitz look," Olivia squeals as Maya is spotted coming towards them. She sees hair. Lot of it.
Louis, Adelyn, Karen, Jerry, Regina with Baby Eli and Joseph follow into her room. Maya hands the baby to Olivia. "Say HI to your second God-son – both of you." Maya is staring at both Olivia and Fitz.
Fitz eyes begin to tear up again. He had no idea. "Really," Fitz musters.
"Yes," Dalton touches his son's blue cap. "Jasper Thomas." Fitz eyes widen. "We wanted to name him after you and Jerry Fitz if that is all right."
"It be an honor," Fitz creaks a baby Jasper is placed in his arms. Maya never hinted she'd name him after Fitz and Jerry. She's deeply touched. After he nestles in Fitz's arms, Jerry asks to hold the baby. Fitz reluctantly gives the baby to his son. He wraps an arm around Olivia as Karen steps next to her brother.
"Thank you Livy," he murmurs kissing her softly.
"For?"
"Giving me, Karen and Jerry what we always wanted," she eyes him closely. "Two God-sons, and little cousins for my teenagers to play with."
"And free Babysitting," Joseph Olivia's older brother quips.
"You don't want to leave your babies alone with my brother," Karen chastises. "You'd come home and they'd be covered in cheese curls and drinking soda out of their bottles."
"Hey," Jerry nudges his sister as the entire room laughs. Fitz, Olivia and the kids remain with her sister and Dalton until visiting hours are over. They return to Rose Point where they spend the rest of the evening in their happy engagement bubble discussing the events for the next month.
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August 1st…
Since both Baby Eli and Jasper's arrival, Olivia was over the moon and pretty busy. She spent time with both her new nephew's when she was not packing up her Grandfather's old house, and Rose Point. The staff at Rose Point helped a great deal. They were used to closing the house and made things progress smoothly. Only Nigel was allowed to assist in her Grandfather's.
Ten days later, the weekend after the 4th of July, Olivia found it difficult to leave. He saw the turmoil in her eyes. Both Regina and Maya needed her. Her entire family did. Just no one would ask if she could stay behind. He also knew he could not stay. The morning of Marine One's arrival, he had her things placed off to the side.
"Fitz what's going on," she questioned noticing she moved her things.
"I spoke to Nigel. Our room upstairs, the kitchen, and any other room you like will be reopened for you and your family."
"Why? Aren't I coming with you," she inquires noting the subtle changes in her surroundings.
"No," he admits. "Your place is here."
"Are you breaking up with me," she sniffles on the verge of tears. "You don't want to marry me."
"Never," he cups her face. "I've watched you over last few weeks, aching – struggling to spend time with Baby Eli and Jasper. You don't want to leave our new God-sons, Maya or Regina. They need you Livy. I can't be selfish."
"But we've haven't been apart since you proposed. Our time is now. I don't want to sleep without you," she protests. Tears sneak down her cheeks.
"I prefer to not sleep without you either, but," he kisses her lips. "We have all the time in the World. Elijah and Jasper will be newborn babies only once. I want you to spend as much time with them as possible while you can because once you return home to DC you'll be thrown into wedding planning, your new job, and being engaged to the Leader of the Free World."
She clings to him desperately. "But…," she objects meekly.
"No Sweetheart," he coos cupping her face. "This is your final chance to be the Livy I fell in love with up here in Vermont. She'll be with you when you come home to DC but up here I just want you to enjoy the babies, your family, relax, and do whatever you want. I'm not going anywhere. If I do, I'll come and take you with me."
She exhales nestling her face into his chest. "I'll miss you too much."
"Oh Livy I'll miss you more," he sighs deeply pressing his face into her hair. "You need this time."
"Fitz," she whimpers. "You said no more time apart."
He sighs keeping her close. "You're right. I did say no more time apart. I'll always need you. However our nephews need their Aunt Libby more. I can share you Sweetheart, for now."
"Are you sure because if not you're not I can…," she's cut off in her words as his lips lower to hers for a passionate kiss. He hoists her the nearby table devouring her mouth. He tastes every corner as if he's kissing her for the last time. His hands slide, massage the contours of her body pressing into his. She's savoring his touch.
Her feet hook behind his ass, pulling him into her covered center. She aches for him. The waiting is killing them both. Her hips begin to grind into his hardened shalt. "Fuck," he croaks forgetting they are out in the living area of the house. He lays her backwards ready to forget about waiting till their wedding night.
"Fitz," she gasps when their lips separate. "We have to stop," she exhales.
He grumbles. "You're lucky I don't bring us to the Justice of the Peace right now. I SO want marry you, take you to bed so I can finally make love to you." This is the worse it's been. He never wanted her this desperately. They've had many heated make-out sessions, but this one escalated to the point where he almost couldn't stop.
He sits up. "I want you too. Only a little over five months handsome." He pouts. He pout ,sbebbted make-out sessions, but this one escalated to the point where he almost coudn' both. u need this time."ith the"Oh Fitz," she heckles kissing him softly. Lucky for Fitz their separation passes quickly. By July 30th Olivia returned to DC two days before the written announcement was released by the White House's official letter head.
It reads:
"From the Offices of President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III and Future First Lady Olivia Carolyn Grant. The couple, along with her parents Louis and Adelyn Pope would like to inform the American People and World their wedding will occur on December 24th. Together along with Karen and Jerry Grant, Miss Pope and President Grant will become husband and wife at the President's Mother Estate in Green Mountain Vermont, known as Rose Point.
The couple with exchange vows during a Catholic Ceremony with immediate family members, close friends, and members of the couple's inner circle. Miss Pope and President Grant are aware this is the day before Christmas and not everyone who receives an invitation will be able to attend. They hope their union on this most holiest of days, will not only unite them in matrimony but remind us all the true meaning of the Christmas Holiday, and of the love they have for each other.
The President and the Future First Lady, extend their deepest gratitude for all those who supported their relationship from the beginning and continue to do so. The couple hopes you find the time to join them in their marriage. They continue to appreciate the country's support and love as their relationship continues to blossom and grow.
With deepest thanks,
President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III and Olivia Carolyn Pope
A week after the venue was announced Olivia asked her detail to bring her to the school administration building for a meeting with her new school's Principle. Fitz heard from the agents she had to go meet with them and was notified the moment she returned to the White House grounds.
"Lauren," he calls out. "Block off the rest of my afternoon. I'm going to check on Olivia."
"Yes Sir." He begins to walk out but she stops him. "Mr. President Miss Pope is not in the Residence or Blair House, she's actually in the Rose Garden waiting for you."
Fitz smirks. "Thank you Lauren." He strolls out into the Rose Garden. He leaves his suit's jacket on a nearby wall, unfastens his tie, rolls up his sleeves then begins searching for her. As eyes take in the Rose Garden, he spots her glancing down at a section of purple roses. "Enchanting," he utters meandering over to her.
"Is that so," she exhales when his arm wraps around her.
"Definitely," he mutters kissing her brow. "I was expecting you later. You all right."
"I am now," she pivots to nestle herself in his arms. It's muggy and hot outside, but she keep herself out of his embrace. She releases a huge breath.
"Livy what's wrong," she questions noting the rigidness of her body. "Did your first day of work get moved up? If so I'll talk to the Secret Service and…,"
"There isn't going to be a first day of work Fitz," she lifts her face to stare into his eyes.
"What! Why? You said you had the job." His voice raises becoming irritated. "Did they fire you because of me?"
"No. I told them I couldn't do it," she admits holding his face. Looking deep into his eyes she explains, "My place is here – with you." His mouth drops open.
"But Livy, I can't ask you to give up teaching. I love you too much for that," he creeks bending his legs to stare into her eyes. "I know how important it is to you."
"Stop," she pleads bringing him to sit on a nearby bench. She's in his lap. "I told them I couldn't do it because it wasn't fair for the teachers, students and parents to have to clear security checkpoints every day. I have a teaching job, here…," she in awe as her eyes glance up at the White House. "This place, here with you, I have the ability to educate the entire World. Supporting you, loving you, as your fiancé, Karen and Jerry's Stepmother, and Future First Lady this my new classroom. I don't need to be anywhere else. Here is where I'm needed most, at your side, making this country reach its full potential."
He opens his mouth to object but she quiets him. "You told me I'll never be ornamental. Right." His smile broadens. "Until June 18th you were my Covered Bridge, keeping me safe from the Capital's elements." She covers his hand with her left displaying her engagement ring. "You placed this ring on my finger and some of those beams began to fall away. They have been with each appearance we've made together. It's my job to hold you up."
"We'll support and hold each other," he murmurs. She never ceases to amaze him. "Liv, are you sure?"
"Yes," she coos bringing their lips together for a soft kiss. He arms snake up her back pulling her closer. He's lost in the warmth of her lips. His grip tightens not wanting to wake from this dream of her, them, the future he's going to give her. When the heat from the August day becomes too much, they separate. He's lost in her pools of rich cocoa staring back at him. "What?"
"I can't wait till you're my wife," he utters cradling her against her close.
"Neither can I," she smirks agreeing with him easily.
"How long again," he grumbles as they walk inside.
"Four and a half months," she snickers walking into the White House on his arms. He groans loudly tossing his head back passing his secretaries. Olivia rolls her eyes.
"No but trust me when Christmas Eve arrives, and we get married, it will be the best Christmas Present ever."
He lifts her into the air standing on the Presidential Seal, "Oh Mrs. Grant to be, yes it will. I for one cannot wait."
"Neither can I…,"
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TBC…
Yes my loves that is it for this update. I wanted to get this posted tonight before the snow storm hits and before I head to NYC to see American Son and Network. I've heard nothing but good reviews on both plays and I cannot wait to see both Kerry and Tony. Praying the weather cooperates.
I also wanted to inform you all this tale is coming close to its final chapters. I'll give you warning, but it's not far off. When the next chapter picks up, there will be another time jump. (Not the wedding,) but you won't have to wait forever for it.
Speaking of the wedding, YES they are getting married Christmas Eve at Rose Point. There truly is no other place and time for them to become husband and wife. It was my plan to have them marry there.
I hope this update answered your questions concerning Olivia moving to DC being with Fitz FINALLY. She made the choice, because it was time.
This chapter, her transformation has been a joy to write. Please drop a crumb on your way out. I'm eager to hear your thoughts on their big day.
Thank you for reading…
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